the art of Thanksgiving
I love this time of year. The leaves, finally changing colors, form day’s light each with unique and separate detail. “Look at me,” they chorus, and I do. For they, like the dancer on the
our homeschool in pictures
 A should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of  his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God
  We officially began our new homeschool year last week giving us something more to do with these hot August days. Here’s a bit of what we’ve been up to around here: 1. reading The
Planning and Abiding
In preparation for our school year, Mark and I sit down for an annual planning meeting. Not a date. A meeting. You know, pens, planners, calendars, coffee. We usually get a sitter or swap kid-free
sweet goodbyes.
Everything ends at some point. Some endings bring relief, like the end of childbirth or a difficult test or race, while other endings cause a sort of grief, like reaching the bottom of a good
happy father’s day.
These single days of the year we set aside to salute the parents in our lives feel to me a bit like fitting a blue whale in my 5′ bathtub. I usually try to make
our homeschool in pictures | SUMMERTIME
Each May, I stand at Summer’s doorstep, overcome with her freedom and bounty, only to watch too many events and activities drain those warm days like a funnel filled with fine, white sand. This year,
A new mantra.
The last few weeks I’ve watched Blythe remove herself from varied activities to go sit down against a wall or in a random corner, only to declare, “I in time-out.” I’ve laughed to myself each time wondering
happy father’s day
“It was times like this when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.”        – Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird In